My car died. MY car. so now i have a different car. It's an 87 Chevy Nova--light blue. That use to be owned by a priest. And until a week ago, it had an AM dial radio and no clock. NO CLOCK!!!
So, I've named it the redheaded Step Child, because i will never EVER love it as much as my car, which will always be my car.
Bonuses of the RHSC: I can fit in the trunk. It has a functioning CD player. It's clean. It runs. It does not feel like the wheel is going to fall off.
Cons of the RHSC: NO ARMRESTS! the fabric on the ceiling is coming down. I cannot nap in the back seat. It was owned by a man of god. JESUS originally paid for the car.
Everyone keeps going, "oh you got a new car," which garners them a glare and sometimes a kick.
I went for a walk with Aaron Shute last night. he made cinnamon buns and then we went to Matt's and played hold 'em. I pissed Matt off because I was betting weird and he folded a winning hand on a decent size pot. I told him i was just fucking with him, so he didn't take me very seriously after that. It doesn't matter, i was sitting next to the box with the chips in it any ways.
I have two automatic get in my pants triggers: boys who like Futurama more than Family Guy and straight men who can tap-dance, ala Gene Kelly. At lunch yesterday with Matt, Aaron, Ian, Roger and Emily, I asked Roger what he would do with the portion of his brain that is wasted on movie quotes. Aaron Shute said that we only use a small portion of our brains any ways, so it doesn't matter, which was the same answer Matt had given me previously. Roger's response was learn how to tap-dance.
I laughed a lot.
A WHOLE REAL lot.
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